[Nailed it. But to Sheryl's credit... what else would she be? She's got more pizzaz than Desmond, that's for sure.

Remembering they're in the blacksmith's- the heat is barely perceptible to him due to his infernal heritage- he glances behind him.] He's making weapons. It's hot 'cause he has to heat the metal to melt it down and shape it and all that.

[He looks her over, slyly.] Never been this close to the dirty side of craftsmanship, have you?